You drive down the same country road every day at dawn and see through plumes of dust
Long ago you said birth and death were the bookends of life. Nothing before. Nothing after. We were saplings at the time. Since then we’ve made a lot of mon…
Let’s not worry about it, Dearie, life gets better, life gets worse. We’re no different than the seasons of the year except we’re luckier than most having
My wife likes to garden. She’s crazy about roses, lilies and daisies. She says I should get out in the garden and weed.
Spring will eventually arrive, Tom tells his youngest daughter looking out the window at the snow… Take heart, he tells her, and listen for the blue jays when
Widow in a rocker pets her calico cat long strokes slowly. With the cat purring and the widow humming
If he were perfect he wouldn’t be Dan the Handyman, laying tile in crooked rows,
He looks for you until you find him while you wonder if he’s there Donal Mahoney
A minister’s son married a deacon’s daughter after a long courtship. It was difficult at times doing everything right
There’s always something. Like the growth you found under your arm showering this morning but you decided to go
You never know who’ll be there though folks are dying to get in. Then suddenly you’re at the door, hat in hand,
If smiles had echoes all the world would hear Grandma’s bouncing off the stars Donal Mahoney
Two grackles, black birds shiny and iridescent, nest again this year high and deep in our tall spruce.
One, a nun, has her transfer in her hand. She’s silently praying. Another, a hooker, has her income in her purse.
It was a mistake to take home economics out of the curriculum at so many high schools, says Wally, a retired teacher who has an ongoing interest in education. He taught high school for ...